But as there is neither road nor any regular path between the two places, he needs to keep scanning the plain, lest on their return he may pa.s.s them un.o.bserved.
But he sees nothing of them till reaching the _tolderia_, and there only the hoof-marks of his master"s horse, with those of his young mistress"s pony, both conspicuous in the dust-covered ground by the doors of the _toldos_. But on neither does he dwell, for he, too, as were the others, is greatly surprised to find the place deserted--indeed alarmed, and for a time sits in his saddle as one half-dazed.
Only a short while, for he is not the man to give way to long irresolution, and recovering himself, he rides rapidly about, from _toldo_ to _toldo_, all over the town, at the same time shouting and calling out his master"s name.
For answer, he only has the echoes of his own voice, now and then varied with the howl of a wolf, which, prowling around like himself no doubt wonders, as he, at the place being abandoned.
After a hurried examination of the houses, and seeing there is no one within them, just as Halberger had done, he strikes off on the trail of the departed inhabitants; and with the sun still high enough to light up every track on it, he perceives those made by the _dueno"s_ horse, and the more diminutive hoof-prints alongside them.
On he goes following them up, and in a gallop, for they are so fresh and clear he has no need to ride slowly. On in the same gait for a stretch of ten miles, which brings him to the tributary stream at the crossing-place. He rides down to the water"s edge, there to be sorely puzzled at what he sees--some scores of other horse-tracks recently made, but turning hither and thither in crowded confusion.
It calls for all his skill as a _rastrero_, with some considerable time, to unwind the tangled skein. But he at length succeeds, so far as to discover that the whole horse troop, to whomsoever belonging, have recrossed the ford; and crossing it himself, he sees they have gone back up the Pilcomayo river. Among them is one showing a shod hoof; but he knows that has not been made by his master"s horse, the bar being larger and broader, with the claw more deeply indented. Besides, he sees not the pony"s tracks--though they are or were there--and have been trodden out by the ruck of the other animals trampling after.
The gaucho here turns back; though he intends following the trail further, when he has made a more careful examination of the sign on the other side of the stream; and recrossing, he again sets to scrutinising it. This soon leading him to the place where Halberger entered the _sumac_ grove. Now the gaucho, entering it also, and following the _slot_ along the _tapir_ path, at a distance of some three hundred yards from the crossing, comes out into an open glade, lit up by the last rays of the setting sun, which fall slantingly through the trees standing around. There a sight meets his eye, causing the blood at one moment to run cold through his veins, in the next hot as boiling lava; while from his lips issue exclamations of mingled astonishment and indignation.
What he sees is a horse, saddled and with the bridle also on, standing with neck bent down, and head drooped till the nostrils almost touch the earth. But between them and the ground is a figure extended at full stretch; the body of a man to all appearance dead; which at a glance the gaucho knows to be that of his master!
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
A SILENT FELLOW-TRAVELLER.
Another sun is rising over the Chaco, and its rays, red as the reflection from a fire, begin to glitter through the stems of the palm-trees that grow in scattered topes upon the plains bordering the Pilcomayo. But ere the bright orb has mounted above their crowns, two hors.e.m.e.n are seen to ride out of the _sumac_ grove, in which Ludwig Halberger vainly endeavoured to conceal himself from the a.s.sa.s.sin Valdez and his savage confederates.
It is not where any of these entered the thicket that the hors.e.m.e.n are coming out, but at a point some half-mile further up the branch stream, and on its higher bank, where it reaches the general level of the upper plain. Here the _sumac_ trees cover the whole slope from the water"s edge to the crest of the bordering ridge, on this ending abruptly.
Though they stand thinly, and there is room enough for two hors.e.m.e.n to ride abreast, these are not doing so, but one ahead, and leading the other"s horse by a raw-hide rope attached to the bitt ring.
In this manner they have ascended the slope, and have now the great plain before them; treeless, save here and there a tope of palms or a scattering of willows around some spot where there is water; but the taller timber is behind them, and soon as they arrive at its edge, he riding ahead reins up his horse, the other stopping at the same time.
There is still a belt of bushes between them and the open ground, of stunted growth, but high enough to hinder their view. To see over them, the leading horseman stands up in his stirrups, and looks out upon the plain, his glances directed all around it. These, earnestly interrogative, tell of apprehension, as of an enemy he might expect to be there, in short, making a reconnaissance to see if the "coast be clear."
That he judges it so is evinced by his settling back into his saddle, and moving on across the belt of bushes; but again, on the skirt of this and before issuing out of it, he draws bridle, and once more makes a survey of the plain.
By this time, the sun having mounted higher in the heavens, shines full upon his face, showing it of dark complexion, darker from the apprehension now clouding it; but of honest cast, and one which would otherwise be cheerful, since it is the face of Caspar, the gaucho.
Who the other is cannot be easily told, even with the bright sun beaming upon him; for his hat, broad-brimmed, is slouched over his forehead, concealing most part of his countenance. The head itself, oddly, almost comically, inclined to one side, droops down till the chin nigh touches his breast. Moreover, an ample cloak, which covers him from neck to ankles, renders his figure as unrecognisable as his face. With his horse following that of the gaucho, who leads him at long halter"s reach, he, too, has halted in the outer selvedge of the scrub; still maintaining the same relative position to the other as when they rode out from the _sumacs_, and without speaking word or making gesture. In fact, he stirs not at all, except such motion as is due to the movement of his horse; but beyond that he neither raises head nor hand, not even to guide the animal, leaving it to be lead unresistingly.
Were the gaucho of warlike habits, and accustomed to making predatory expeditions, he might be taken as returning from one with a captive, whom he is conducting to some safe place of imprisonment. For just like this his silent companion appears, either fast strapped to his own saddle, or who, conquered and completely subdued, has resigned all thoughts of resistance and hopes of escape. But Caspar is essentially a man of peace, which makes it improbable that he, behind, is his prisoner.
Whatever the relationship between them, the gaucho for the present pays no attention to the other horseman, neither speaks to nor turns his eye toward him; for these are now all upon the plain, scanning it from side to side, and all round as far as he can command view of it. He is not himself silent, however, though the words to which he gives utterance are spoken in a low tone, and by way of soliloquy, thus:--
""Twill never do to go back by the river"s bank. Whoever the devils that have done this dastardly thing, they may be still prowling about, and to meet them would be for me to get served the same as they"ve served him, that"s sure; so I"d best take another route, though it be a bit round the corner. Let me see. I think I know a way that should lead tolerably straight to the estancia without touching the river or going anywheres near it. I mustn"t even travel within sight of it. If the Tovas have had any hand in this ugly business--and, by the Virgin, I believe they have, however hard it is to think so--some of them may still be near, and possibly a party gone back to their old _tolderia_.
I"ll have to give that a wide berth anyhow; so to get across this open stretch without being seen, if there be anyone on it to see me, will need manoeuvring. As it is, there don"t appear to be a soul, that"s so far satisfactory."
Again he sweeps the gra.s.sy expanse with searching glance, his face brightening up as he observes a flock of ostriches on one side, on the other a herd of deer--the birds stalking leisurely along, the beasts tranquilly browsing. Were there Indians upon the plain, it would not be so. Instead, either one or the other would show excitement. The behaviour of the dumb creatures imparting to him a certain feeling of confidence, he says, continuing the soliloquy:--
"I think I may venture it. Nay, I must; and there"s no help for"t. We have to get home somehow--and soon. Ah! the Senora! poor lady! What will she be thinking by this time? And what when we get back? _Valga me Dios_! I don"t know how I shall ever be able to break it to her, or in what way! It will sure drive her out of her senses, and not much wonder, either. To lose one of them were enough, but both, and--Well, no use dwelling on it now; besides, there"s no time to be lost. I must start off at once; and, maybe, as I"m riding on, I"ll think of some plan to communicate the sad news to the Senora, without giving her too sudden a shock. _Pobrecita_!"
At the pitying exclamation he gives a last interrogative glance over the plain; then, with a word to his horse, and a touch of the spur, he moves out into the open, and on; the other animal following, as before, its rider maintaining the same distance and preserving the self-same att.i.tude, silent and gestureless as ever!
CHAPTER TWELVE.
SKULKING BACK.
While the gaucho and his silent companion were still in halt by the edge of the _sumac_ wood, another horseman could be seen approaching the place, but on the opposite side of the stream, riding direct down to the ford. Descried at any distance, his garb, with the caparison of his horse--the full gaucho panoply of bitted bridle, breast-plate, _recado_, and _caronilla_--would tell he is not an Indian. Nor is he; since this third traveller, so early on the road, is Rufino Valdez. As commissioner to the Tovas tribe, he has executed the commission with which he was entrusted, with something besides; and is now on return to make report to his master, El Supremo, leaving the latter to take such other steps as may deem desirable.
The _vaqueano_ has pa.s.sed the preceding night with the Indians at their camp, leaving it long before daybreak, though Aguara, for certain reasons, very much wished him to return with them to their town, and proposed it. A proposal, for reasons of his own, the cunning Paraguayan declined, giving excuses that but ill satisfied the young cacique, and which he rather reluctantly accepted. He could not, however, well refuse to let Valdez go his way. The man was not a prisoner moreover, his promise to be soon back, as the bearer of rich presents, was an argument irresistible; and influenced by this, more than aught else, Aguara gave him permission to depart.
The young chief"s reasons for wishing to detain him were of a kind altogether personal. Much as he likes the captive he is carrying with him, he would rather she had been made captive by other means, and in a less violent manner. And he is now returning to his tribe, not so triumphantly, but with some apprehension as to how he will be received by the elders. What will they say when the truth is told them,--all the details of the red tragedy just enacted? He would lay the blame, where most part of it properly belongs, on the shoulders of the Paraguayan, and, indeed, intends doing so. But he would rather have the latter with him to meet the storm, should there be such, by explaining in his own way, why he killed the other white man. For Valdez had already said something to them of an old hostility between himself and the hunter-naturalist, knowing that the Tovas, as well as other Chaco Indians, acknowledge the rights of the _vendetta_.
But just for the reason Aguara desires to have him along with him, is the _vaqueano_ inclined to die opposite course; in truth, determined upon it. Not for the world would he now return to the Tovas town. He has too much intelligence for that, or too great regard for his safety-- his very life, which he believes, and with good cause, would be more than risked, were he again to show himself among a people whose hospitality he has so outraged. For he knows he as done this, and that there will surely be that storm of which the young cacique is apprehensive--a very tempest of indignation among the elders and friends of the deceased Naraguana, when they hear of the fate which has befallen the harmless stranger, so long living under their late chiefs protection. Therefore, notwithstanding the many promises he has made, not the slightest thought of performing any of them, or even going back on that trail, has Rufino Valdez. Instead, as he rides down the ford of the stream he is thinking to himself, it will be the last time he will have to wade across it, gleeful at the thought of having so well succeeded in what brought him over it at all. Pondering on something besides, another deed of infamy yet to be done, but for which he will not have to come so far up the Pilcomayo.
In spite of his self-gratulation, and the gleams of a joy almost Satanic, which now and then light up his dark sinister countenance, he is not without some apprehensions; this is made manifest by his behaviour as he rides along. Although making what haste he can, he does not rush on in a reckless or careless manner. On the contrary, with due caution, at every turn of the path, stopping and making survey of each new reach before entering upon it. This he did, as the ford opened to his view, keeping under cover of the bushes, till a.s.sured there was no one there; then, striking out into the open ground, and riding rapidly for it. And while wading across the stream, his eyes are not upon the water, but sweeping the bank up and down with glances of keen scrutiny.
As he sees no one there, nor the sign of anyone having been--for it is not yet daylight, and too dark for him to note the tracks of Gaspar"s horse--he says with a satisfied air, "They"re not likely to be coming after the missing pair at so early an hour. Besides, it"s too soon.
They"ll hardly be setting them down as lost till late last night, and so couldn"t have tracked them on here yet."
Riding up out of the water, he once more draws rein by its edge, and sits regarding the _sumac_ grove with an expression in his eyes strangely repulsive.
"I"ve half a mind to go up in there," he mutters, "and see how things stand. I wasn"t altogether satisfied with the way we left them, and there"s just a possibility he may be still alive. The girl gave so much trouble in getting them parted, I couldn"t be quite sure of having killed him outright. If not, he might manage to crawl away, or they coming after in search of him--_Carrai_! I"ll make sure now. It can only delay me a matter of ten minutes, and," he adds glancing up at the blade of his spear, "if need be, another thrust of this."
Soon as forming his devilish resolve, the a.s.sa.s.sin gives his horse a p.r.i.c.k of the spur, and pa.s.ses on towards the _sumac_ grove, entering at the same place as before, like a tiger skulking back to the quarry it has killed, and been chased away from.
Once inside the thicket, he proceeds along the _tapir_ path, groping his way in the darkness. But he remembers it well, as well he may; and without going astray arrives at a spot he has still better reason to recall; that where, but a little more than twelve hours before, he supposes himself to have committed murder! Delayed along the narrow tortuous track, some time has elapsed since his entering among the _sumacs_. Only a short while, but long enough to give him a clearer light, for the day has meanwhile dawned, and the place is less shadowed, for it is an open spot where the sanguinary struggle took place.
It is sufficiently clear for him, without dismounting, to distinguish objects on the ground, and note, which at a glance he does, that one he expected to see is not to be seen. No murdered man there; no body, living or dead!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
A PARTY NOT TO BE PURSUED.
For some seconds, Rufino Valdez is in a state of semi-bewilderment, from his lips proceeding exclamations that tell of surprise, but more chagrin. Something of weird terror, too, in the expression upon his sallow, cadaverous face, as the grey dawn dimly lights it up.
"_Mil demonios_!" he mutters, gazing distractedly on the ground. "What does this mean? Is it possible the _gringo"s_ got away? Possible? Ay, certain. And his animal, too! Yes, I remember we left that, fools as we were, in our furious haste. It"s all clear, and, as I half antic.i.p.ated, he"s been able to climb on the horse, and"s off home!
There by this time, like enough."
With this double adjuration, he resolves upon dismounting, to make better inspection of the place, and, if possible, a.s.sure himself whether his victim has really survived the murderous attack. But just as he has drawn one foot out of the stirrup and is balancing on the other, a sound reaches his ear, causing him to reseat himself in the saddle, and sit listening. Only a slight noise it was, but one in that place of peculiar significance, being the hoof-stroke of a horse.
"Good!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.es in a whisper, "it must be his."
Hearkening a little longer, he hears the sound again, apparently further off, and as his practised ear tells him, the distance increasing.
"It must be his horse," he reiterates, still continuing to listen. "And who but he on the animal"s back? Going off? Yes; slowly enough. No wonder at that. Ha! he"s come to a halt. What"s the best thing for me to do?"
He sits silently considering, but only for a few seconds; then glancing around the glade, in which yester eve he had shed innocent blood, at the same time losing some of his own, he sees another break among the bushes, where the _tapir_ path goes out again. Faint as the light still is, it shows him some horse-tracks, apparently quite fresh, leading off that way.